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They say, "touch of a mother's hands to the child is precious."
As she looks at her child with stars in her eyes,
Couldn't believe that she created this life,
She touches the baby with her fingertips,
Afraid to scare the little one she didn't make any noise.
Note: I have posted this poem again under a contest so go to my profile and check the poetry with the same name. Thank you for choosing my poetry to read. ๐๐ฝ